Tag Archives: oaks

These days are like trees… Not fanciful willows Or the grand colorful oak But more like the Scrub that infests the deserted hill sides The uninviting stumps That you keep thinking will Someday grow up to be something more But they never do They always remain Unattractive Off balance Twisted, scraggly, insufficient Like a big weed That has gotten out of control For lack of attention And what can I do about it? Nothing I lost my pruning sheers Many many trees ago